Life as I see it… sort of.

Fitting in can be difficult for many children, but so far my daughter seems to blend just fine. Her way of blending isn’t in the traditional sense, such as doing whatever the leader does, partially because she’s often the leader, but by being similar enough to the other kids to not stand out all the time. But a startling new revelation might just knock my little angel into the loner club because kids can and will be cruel… if taught properly.

She brought her problem to the forefront by being honest and being herself, which are sometimes a no-no in the preschooler-eat-preschooler world. I guess she hasn’t caught on yet how important it is to follow the crowd in life if you want to be comfortable and boring, like her daddy.

Here’s the problem: she doesn’t like goldfish. Can you believe it? She doesn’t like goldfish. I’m not talking about the kind your great-grandfather swallowed in college, I mean the edible ones, you know, the dusty freaking crackers that every four-year-old loves. She doesn’t even like the rainbow ones and that’s her favorite color. To put this in context, imagine a twenty-something not liking Red Bull or Barack Obama or a forty-something not liking Starbucks or U2. This is a big deal!

The taunting hasn’t started yet, that I know of, but I’m trying to prepare myself. What am I is she going to do if she’s not in the kiddy in-crowd?

I wish her well. I’ll have She’ll have to stand tall and take the heat like a man big girl. I hope it’s not too late for her to ride this one out by not thinking for herself and start copying her friends like she’s supposed to. That’s the only way she’ll be able to just be one of the crowd, like her daddy.